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[aid] => mick
[title] => The King
[time] => 2006-03-17 17:14:30
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[bodytext] => Yo I flipped the script, no mathematics nor science, could place words in a such a context, tis the human spirit, tis no contest, no sophist no manipulator of language, could reproduce the exact eloquence, when the flow is spoken from God's lips, all you hear is silence, yet all feel the logic of an eternal text, written by the true prophets, that the government suppressed, I am a living testament , propped up for their magic, by their magic,their powers of surveillance are lacking, compared to the literary bombs I am packing, with God's hands guiding, day by day I am finding, people twice my age with half the wisdom, tis no longer surprising, the kid is quite charming, and the Lord is more just an unwinder, his soul is reincarnated there are no thoughts that can be confided, for they were designed by him, to break the damn silence, each piece brings his essence back to completion, each thought sends a wave back towards the right course of this ship of human affairs, but Yo I flipped out and stole the script from the director, and at least at this moment I thinkl I am the creator, as long as pen hits paper, hand hits key, I will continue to feel an aura, of immoratality, for my stolen documents will one day resurface to show that I am the king. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 49 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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